Chapter 1115 (1/2)

Looking at the extremely funny scene, a group of shaobaifeng disciples could not help laughing.

Wang Shun and others were also a little dizzy under the shame and anger.

They can completely destroy their own robes that have been scratched and left words on them.

Although it's not elegant, it's OK.

Disgrace is still a disgrace. It will not disappear because of the act of concealing one's ears, but at least not so embarrassing at present.

Yan Zhaoge didn't leave Wang Shun and others behind.

In fact, his fourteen words were not all written to Wang Shun and his party.

The main audience, someone else.

Far away, deep in the clouds, two lines of sight, are quietly looking this way.

”Interesting, can even the existence of Lao Dao be detected?” An old voice said to itself.

Next to him, another voice rang out: ”we should only be aware of the disciple's position, not find you, master.”

The old man murmured, ”the descendants of Yan Xingtang and di Qinglian are really extraordinary. No wonder they can make such a big noise in the world, and it seems that they have the potential to emerge from the blue.”

”But also very frivolous, when Bi Youtian is where?” The second voice said coldly.

”No harm, he is more uneasy in the world.” The old man smiled, ”let's go.”

The figures in the clouds disappeared, and the clouds in the sky and earth were smooth and calm.

Yan Zhaoge's eyes were drawn back from that direction, and he thought to himself, ”true immortal Cloud emperor? Hong Di? Or someone else? ”

When the other party left, Yan Zhaoge's attention returned to his eyes.

”I heard that the relegated immortals did not build their way with swords, but they had such profound swordsmanship attainments. Wenmou admired them.” In the Wen Dynasty, Hong Mu sent Wang Shun and other people away, sighed, and once again bowed his hands to Yan Zhao's song: ”if you are rude, please forgive me.”

He was really frustrated.

Yan Zhaoge in front of us may not be as strong as Yan Xingtang in the past.

But the problem is that Yan Zhaoge is not the same as Yan Xingtang in the past, it is pure sword cultivation.

Lost in such an opponent's sword, it is even more lost for the lineage of the Shang Qing Dynasty.

Fortunately, Yan Zhaoge is also a student of Shangqing swordsmanship.

As he said, although he lost the battle to Yan Zhaoge, he also lost the battle to Shangqing swordsmanship. At last, he has not lost his reputation.

But he was ashamed to think that Shangqing swordsmanship was still superior to his orthodoxy in the hands of a private martial artist of Yuqing.

In addition to losing, the mood of a group of martial artists in the upper Qing Dynasty is entangled.

The martial artists who came from shaobaifeng are in the same mood and have the same feelings at the moment, although they are invited to entertain Yan Zhaoge by the order of their school.

Everyone looked at each other and smiled bitterly: ”anyway, martial uncle Yan still has some face.”

”What's embarrassing is that Wang Shun of the grey Spirit Valley under the cloud emperor's gate, although elder Wen lost, such a result would not affect our relationship with Tang Miaofeng's purple light cave, let alone infuriate his majesty and change his position.”

The hearts of shaobaifeng people were hanging before the competition, and they all let it go: ”this is all right. If there is any follow-up, we will report it to the elders of the school to deal with it.”